Britain sang softly to the peacefully sleeping country snuggled against his chest. "Lay down your head, and I'll sing you a lullaby. Back to the years of loo-li,lai-ley. And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow. Bless you with love. For the road that you go." America's small head rested above his big brother's heart, the slow beating and the vibrations of Britain's voice lulling him to sleep.
Britain slowly ran his hand in circles on America's back and smiled as the little boy took a fistful of Britain's shirt in his tiny hand.
"May you sail fair to the far fields of fortune with diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet and may you need never to banish misfortune. May you find kindness in all that you meet." He desperately hoped it for his charge. The world of Medieval Europe was harsh and unforgiving. It was truly a dark place. When he was America's age, he had seen invasions from his own family and that horrible Empire from the South.
He shifted a little, trying to become comfortable again but not wake America. The little colony frowned a little in his sleep and moved his head, trying to find the smoothing rhythm of Britain's heart again.
"May there always be angels to watch over you, to guard you each step of the way, to guard you and keep you safe from all harm. Loo-li,loo-li,lai-ley." Angles. Britain wondered if they really watched the countries or if they even wanted anything to do with them. If they wouldn't watch the others, he begged for them to at least watch his America. His beautiful little America.
Britain yawned and continued his song. "May you bring love and may you bring happiness. Be loved in return to the end your days. Now fall off to sleep I'm not meaning to keep you. I'll just sit for awhile and sing loo-li,lai-ley." He yawned again and lay down. His hands absentmindedly ran through America's hair and down his to his back again.
"May there always be angels to watch over you, to guard you each step of the way, to guard you and keep you safe from all harm. Loo-li,loo-li,lai-ley. Loo-li,loo-li,lai-ley." He smiled again at the little boy and closed his eyes. The last thing he saw before drifting into a deep slumber was his charge's serene face.
Song fic to "Sleepsong". It's a really sweet song, I suggest listening.